My smile falters—not through fear, but through heady desire.
“That thought pleases you,” he taunts me, his gravelly voice slides over the soft curves of my body and I shudder. “We’ll see how pleased you’ll be when your throat is sore from screaming my name, princess.”
I want to drop to my knees in front of him. I want to undo my robe and spread myself naked for him. I want his hands on me, in me. I want him to ravish every part of me. I can’t think straight with him so close, and I wonder if there’s something wrong with me. Because how can I be so turned on by such a threat? And yet I am.
We’re nose to nose, heat burning between us. His hand leaves my chin and reaches up to wrap around my throat again. I keep my gaze on his, refusing to look away first.
“Defiant little thing aren’t you,” he taunts darkly, his grip tightening.
I swallow, feeling the ridge of each strong finger squeezing my throat in its grip. I suck in a shallow breath, my chest heaving.
“You don’t scare me,” I say, realizing my mistake as my voice quavers.
He chuckles before leaning down and pressing a rough kiss onto my waiting lips. He sucks in my bottom lip and then releases it with a pop. His hand tightens around my throat fractionally more as his gaze burns into mine. Dark spots flash behind my eyes and I am liquid in his arms. When he releases me, my body automatically screams for his return. For his heat. His grip. His kisses. For his cock… I squeeze my thighs together as the thoughts enters my head.
“One day soon,” he promises with a dark glint in his eye, and then he leaves and I am trembling from head to toe in both fear and desire for him.
Chapter 8.
Natalia
I find the wardrobe in my room is already filled with my clothes. At some point in the last 24 hours someone had all of my things brought here, and I’m grateful for that. That small piece of familiarity makes me feel more settled somehow. Despite being in a stranger’s home with three dangerous men…two of whom have dragged several orgasms from me.
Dragged…really?I think with a scowl.
Amongst my own things are others that I don’t recognize. Clothes that don’t belong to me. Shoes that aren’t mine. Yet I instinctively know that they are all for me. Everything is in my size and barring a few pieces which are far sexier than I would normally wear, I like them all.
I finger the garments that hang in the dressing room. Rack after rack of organized clothing, sorted into color and occasion. I pull out drawers and find underwear too, though all of this is brand new and I feel a blush rise to my cheeks as pull out each piece. Silk panties and lace bras. Corsets and suspenders. My cheeks flame hotter as I find a drawer with leather whips and nipple tassels. Clamps and body tape. I slam this drawer closed and press my back against it, as if fearing it could open all on its own.
I drag my hands down my face and swallow thickly, feeling confused and frightened but mostly excited by everything. I’m still unsure of who I belong to, and of what is expected of me, but as I stare around the room at the expensive clothing and silk underwear, at the drawers of gold jewelry and diamonds I know that this is a better prospect than what would have awaited me with Alfonso.
He would have taken what he wanted without wanting to please me. Where here, with these three men, it would seem at least, that my happiness…my pleasure is their aim.
I move around the room and pick out an outfit. Something new, as if releasing a new me. A new Natalia. I don’t want to be the quiet obedient girl I once was. I want to be something more. Something fiercer for these men.
Downstairs I find Eva waiting in the kitchen for me and her face lights up when she sees me, her smile widening.
We make pancakes with what feels like a hundred different toppings and then she takes me by the hand and begins to show me around her home.Myhome. Her mom sleeps the day away and as curious as I am to ask Eva about her mom, I don’t. She seems so happy and carefree. Her small hand in mine as we walk around the lush grounds of the mansion.
“Daddy bought me a horse for my birthday,” Eva says proudly as she leads me into the stables at the back of the mansion. She guides me to a soft gray mare with a white mane. It huffs and bobs its head as she comes closer. Its nose butting against the wooden gate that holds it in the stable.
“You can ride?” I say. “I’m impressed.”
Eva shakes her head. “No. He got me lessons, but I was always too scared. She’s called Buttercup and she’s so pretty, but she’s so big!”
Eva reaches up and strokes a hand down the horses’ nose as it bows its head, its hoof kicking at the gate gently. I’ve always been fascinated by horses; their eyes seem to see the world with a clarity that seems impossible for me. But she’s right…horses are huge and I’ve held a fear of falling from one for as long as I can remember.
“IT must be a daddy thing,” I say and she turns to me with her inquisitive eyes. “Mine bought me a horse too, but I was a bit older. Can I tell you a secret?” I whisper and lean down putting my lips to her ear when she nods in excitement. “I can’t ride either.”
She laughs at this, finding the whole thing amusing.
I stroke my hand down Buttercup’s nose with a smile, and when I glance down, I see that Eva is watching me.
“Would you like to ride her?” I ask and she bites down on the inside of her cheek and nods, her expression turning worried. “Maybe I could get my horse brought here and we could learn together.”
Her worried expression turns to happiness and she nods again, releasing the inside of her cheek.
“Really?”
